by Mark Weinrich
Somehow, I keep plowing through sand and grit, forcing my way as though something or someone is chasing me. And the storm cloud appears in the side mirror, the chattering of gravel the shuddering stop, wheels spinning. I keep glancing in the review mirror hoping to see my future hoping someone will tell me to take my foot off the gas. I keep looking up because I’m afraid prayer is not enough to push me out of this rut. Finally, a voice whispers “I’ll push, but you’ll have to turn around.” And I know He’s right.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 139 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.